Withdrawing, Starfall Pavilion

A blazing sun rose over the Dead Soul Mountain Range. At this moment, the entire mountain range had become bright.

Seven or eight minutes later, when the sea of flames finally dissipated, several bedraggled figures shot out of the space.

Old Ghost Xing swept his gaze around. As far as the eye could see, there was nothing but desolation. The flames had erased every trace, including the great hall and the other members of Soul Hall.

At this moment, aside from the few of them, there was no other aura left here. The Five-Wheel Lihuo Array had directly turned everything within ten thousand meters into dust, leaving nothing behind.

The Soul Hall stronghold that had once housed hundreds was now left with only four people. Of them, two looked half-dead; without expending a great deal of time and resources, they would likely find it difficult to recover.

Even Old Ghost Xing and the white-robed elder were seriously injured. The Five-Wheel Lihuo Array, jointly unleashed by three people using five kinds of Heavenly Flames, had likely truly reached the level of a Heavenly Rank Combat Skill. The only reason they were still standing was that, after Xiao Heng and the others left, the Five-Wheel Lihuo Array lost control and gradually dispersed on its own.

"What do we do?" Old Ghost Xing looked at the white-robed elder. His face was pale, but his voice carried an indescribable gloom and chill.

"How would I know? Prepare to accept punishment from the hall...!" With a cold snort, the white-robed elder swept his sleeve. There was nothing left here anyway, so what was the point of staying? He immediately sped away.

As for pursuing Yao Chen, forget it. Setting aside whether they could catch up, even if they did, with their current strength, they would